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Thursday, September 13, 2007

Kulture


It's coming to meet me in order to smother me,
but first to take my last-born, she capered
like a fawn at the tinsel knee.

I didn't stand a chance, nor anything, she was
gone to it, and would I be here to witness the pay-out
when it came?

All Hell turned out to watch me be broken


--R Skogsberg

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